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Wally was walking around in the neighborhood, he was looking for inspiration for a new painting. He walked around for a while until he spotted you sitting on a bench, you seemed to be looking for something in your bag. He felt curious so he approached you.
"Hello neighbor, what are you doing?" he asked as he sat next to you.
"Oh hello Wally" you said as you noticed him, your arm rummaging around your bag. "I'm just looking for my… oh! Here it is!" You fished out a little box.
"Oh… what's that?" Wally asked, and you pulled out a little stick from the box. It was a cigarette.
"I didn't know you smoked neighbor" he said as you light it up and inhale the smoke.
You exhale. "Yeah… i don't do it much… just when I'm bored, or down"
He looks at you with concern in his eyes "Are you okay neighbor? You know if you need anything I'm here for you"
You let out a soft chuckle "It's okay" you reassure him, "i just wasn't doing anything, so i thought 'why not?'" You take a drag of the cigarette.
"What a relief" he sighs. You smile, and offer him the cigarette.
"Oh" he takes it, and looks at it curiously, not knowing what to do. "How does it work?"
"Here" you take it, "this is the filter" you point to the butt of the cigarette. "This is where you smoke from, it makes it safer to inhale the stuff" Now you point to the rest of the cigarette "And this is where the tobacco and the other stuff goes. Now, to smoke it, you have to inhale from where the filter is, like this" You bring the cigarette to your lips, smoking it, then you exhale the smoke. "Oh, and you gotta breathe it out, of course."
Wally had been watching you with big eyes, focused on your explanation, and nodded when you finished talking. "I understand now, neighbor, may I try now?"
"Sure, here" you pass him the half-burned cigarette, and he takes it, taking a drag of it, before coughing up the smoke. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his failing, remembering the first time you smoked and also failed.
You pat his back as he coughs. "It's okay" you say as you take back the cigarette. "It happens to the best of us"
"Neighbor…" he breathes as he finishes coughing. "I don't understand…" he extends his arms forwards, dramatically. "How do you do it? How do you enjoy it?"
You let out a little laugh, as you think about what you could do to make it better for him, while he looks at you with his big, cat-like eyes. A sudden thought that makes you blush flashes through your mind. 'Would it be okay for me to do that?' 'Will it ruin our friendship?' You think to yourself, not wanting to negatively affect things, but also really wanting to feel his lips against yours. Then, you make a decision.
You rest your hand on his shoulder, facing him. "M-maybe this will make it better…" your voice is a bit shaky from the nerves. You raise the cigarette to your mouth and inhale, then, in an act of bravery, you lock lips with him, exhaling the smoke into his open mouth.
You feel warm, from the smoke, your cheeks, and his lips. You feel like you are melting as you share the cigarette smoke. Then you separate, and he exhales the smoke. You stare at each other, your hearts beating fast and hard, threatening to get out of your chests. Wally looks surprised, as opposed to the calm and happy expression he usually wore. On the other hand, your face reflects the nerves you are feeling, and the anxiety bubbles down in your stomach as the air begins to feel tense at the uncertainty of what he's going to say or do.
Wally blinks once, then blushes profusely. "Oh my god, neighbor!" He cups his cheeks with a gasp before avoiding your gaze, something uncharacteristic from him as he liked to stare into people's eyes.
"Oh, Wally… I-I'm so sorry… I- it's just- I… I'm sorry!" You fumble with your words as you fear that you've ruined your friendship.
"It's okay neighbor… I… kinda liked that…" He sighs, and looks back at you. You sigh too, in relief.
"Oof… I thought I had ruined things there" you smile at him, relieved, and he reciprocates.
You keep staring at each other, a bit awkwardly, and you chuckle at that. He laughs too, in that monotone way of his.
"That felt nice… perhaps we could do that again?" He asks. You cup your cheek with one of your hands, feeling its heat. 'Does he really want to…?'
"The… kiss?..." He nods, and you smile gently, leaning towards him to catch his lips with your own.
You feel excited as you think about how this was the beginning of a great relationship that you would start with your neighbor Wally, and the cigarette lays forgotten on the edge of the bench, having already burned all the way.